Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.